After a vegetarian breakfast (I do like liver and kidneys, but not for breakfast, thank you very much), I set off to the Blessington Street Basin area.
Well, it was past lunchtime at that point, and the showers didn't seem so ominous. So I thought the park would be nice. I had never been to it. It was quite deserted on that Sunday afternoon, despite a neighbourhood street party in the adjacent road. Only a few couples walking around the pond, looking at this strange lady in a long skirt and jacket, with her bags and watercolour paints. But such a lovely park. Well worth a visit.
"The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey. Gone. Every morsel."
A lot of seagulls in Ulysses, all ready to pounce and bombard. Nothing has changed!
The exhibition "There is a Touch of the Artist about Old Bloom" continues at the Olivier Cornet Gallery. By popular demand, it's been extended until the 2nd of July. Plenty of affordable art by wonderfully-talented professionals who sketched their way around Dublin for 4 days before Bloomsday.
PS: Notice how every one of my sketches for this project looks visually different. It was quite instinctual. Was I trying to imitate James Joyce, who used a different style of writing for every chapter? This sketch is much looser, more wet-into-wet, than the previous one. Or maybe, I just like to try out different techniques all the time?